A SUMMER ON THE YENESEI &7 



one side there was a settle upon which two huge 

 workmen were snoring in chorus, but Madame Antonoff 

 explained that in future they should sleep elsewhere. 

 Leading out of the bakehouse by an opening in the 

 wall was a fair-sized empty room. It had a window 

 and a wooden floor, and after the night in the snow 

 that we had anticipated it seemed a palace of luxury. 

 When we had fixed up a curtain over the doorway and 

 spread out the sleeping-bags, it looked quite comfortable. 

 So much so, that when, in the midst of our pre- 

 parations, we heard the distant whistle which announced 

 the departure of the Oryol, we scarcely sent a glance 

 after her as she steamed back to the south. 



